For the length of surgery, I really have only Annie’s mastectomy to compare this experience to. While initially I was surprised this morning to see her scarf down a bacon, egg, and cheddar croissant, and then confidently order chocolate chip cookies (with a salad on the side) for lunch, perhaps I shouldn’t have been.
Yet, if we’re operating under the “Has to be Something” rule, the unit of blood the team gave her yesterday following surgery would qualify, as would her persistent low blood pressure. A risk of capsulectomies, particularly aggressive ones, is blood loss, so that’s a potential culprit. Moreover, the low blood pressure’s inhibiting her ability to go for a stroll as the nurse and everyone else prefers she not fall on her butt from lightheadedness.
A couple of times today she’s asked me about things involving the truck’s repair (we drove to New Orleans with a clogged AC condenser drain) or the cat (who’s wondering where her next meal is) and then again a short while later. Between you and me, she has done this at home too so I suppose I can only partially blame the toradol.
She’s also made it to the bathroom a couple of times today.
Ok, can we admit right now writing that sentence in a blog seems a little weird? But the nurse was All Over It. So we’ll chalk it up to being a good thing.
Brownies are for dessert tonight, demonstrating again and in so many ways, why I love her. The roast chicken entrée doesn’t stand a chance.